[Verse 1] The Lord is my cashline, I shall not want He maketh the cattle to pay In five star hotels He fundeth me Whilst blessing my suite every day [Verse 2] He restoreth my bank balance full, My investments flourish and thrive He leadeth me into television lights Where the donations gladly arrive [Verse 3] Yea, though I walk through the valley of doubt I shall fear no inquiry nigh For lawyers are with me and accountants beside To explain where the numbers may lie [Verse 4] He preparest a banquet before me In the sight of the cameras bright He anointest my image with public acclaim And keepest my ratings in sight. [Verse 5] My expense account truly runneth o'er My motorcars gleam in the sun Whilst I speak of humility unto the flock From a mansion that's second to none [Verse 6] Vast wealth and affluence follow me And keep my accounts up high The faithful keep filling my treasury As the prosperous seasons roll by [Verse 7] Then when my broadcasting days are done And retirement draweth nigh I'll gather the blessed loot together at last With a thankful and tearful sigh [Verse 8] I'll wave to the faithful who funded the dream And smile as I bid them goodbye Then away with the millions I've carefully stored I'll depart for Hong Kong forbye ©2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
